I joined my father and several other friends at a local bar.Everyone was in a festive mood,eating and drinking.When a white women abruptly announced to the bartender,loudly enough for everyone to hear,that she couldn't bear to my hair-do.But she told me that she like the way I think.I was satisfied to leave my pride intact.I was reluctant to register my feeling to everyone.So,I pretended not to show my happiness.I sat on a table facing a tall man with his eyes give a intellect impression.He told me that he had been my father's classmate at Stanford,graduated in 1967;three years after Dr.King received the Nobel Peace Prize.A time when America had begun to weary of black demands for equality.Our conversation was interrupted by a tall,elegantly dressed man.After the meeting,I went back to home.A footman was standing in front of an iron gate.The footman ruhed to my car and opened the door for me with a bow.He announced "Mr T is expecting you,sir"
I replied "I see,tell him I will come in a few minutes".
I went upstairs to dress for the meeting with Mr T.When I entered the room,He said with a hint of smile." I think I have come at the wrong time I am too early".
"No"I said,and sat down at the table.